"woking" poems
There was an old person of Woking,
Whose mind was perverse and provoking;
He sate on a rail,
With his head in a pail,
That illusive old person of Woking.
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Me doops and me was woking da street in a bomba reggae style
When to me suprise a goodaz said com and ste a wile
Me doops say nii but me says yes
cause how can i refuse *"no ***** dress"*
Inside her bungaloo i went for da **** but tasted poo
Oh no i say, dat dont taste good, a ****** now i really shuld
Too late she says you got the Klanga!
now i wish i didnt bangha
Me days are long and ful of strife
I lost me kids and me wife
me nips do hurt and so my wanga
Buts thats the life
of a Bomba Klanga
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 4:39 PM UTC
suddenly you didn't matter anymore. Suddenly hellos and goodbyes were just routine. suddenly seeing you was just a way to pass time. A reminder of another different time. where you were all mine and everything was fine But now this is a different time. Loving you is my job and I'm never on time my love is part time and your woking over time and kissing someone else is suddenly not a crime. Remember when we use to call time together clock time? Because with you a second was a minute and minute was an hour I could never get enough of you. With you I spent all of my free time and my spare time. if I couldn't find time I would seek time. remember that time? It was prime time. we would be together all time and whenever I needed you babe you would be here quick time, we loved each other big time but now whenever we text I look at your response time .it went from no time to extra time until I realised texting you was a waste of time and I decided it was checkout time don't get me wrong I got nothing against time but I feel like time was against us all the time.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
I dreamt I awoke...in Woking...in England
"Woking", I thought, "you gotta be joking!
What was I doing, doin' here in Woking"
I felt like Dr. Who stepping out of the TARDIS
And all the people there they were all looking, they were all staring at me
It was like the whole world was gaping
As if...as if there was something to see
I wondered 'Had my mask fallen and was what they were now seeing, was it something appalling
Could they see the real me ?'
So I started running...runnin' 'cos I thought they were all gunning
Gunnin' out to get me
And I met this policeman, this burly constable
And I said to him "I didn't want to awaken in Woking at all
I just wanted to get back home"
He replied "The last train out of Woking had just gone"
So I ran on
And it started raining... raining and I was soaking... soakin'
Soakin' in Woking
Then I met this sweet little London gal
She said "Cor Blimey where you goin'"
I told her I didn't know...
I told her "Here in Woking I felt like I was choking, that all the walls they were closing in"
I said I'd just been dreaming...dreamin'
But what was the meaning... the meaning
And why had they put me here in Woking
What... what was the reason ?"
"Have you been drinking Love?" she said
"No!" I replied indignantly, "I haven't been drinking, I was just sleeping...sleepin'
But hadn't expected to awaken, to awaken here in Woking
I opened up to her a bit then, I said "Though I was getting older I was... I was always still hoping
But then suddenly I woke up and found myself here, here in Woking
What was it all about ?"
"You poor darling " she said
(For a moment Woking didn't seem so bad after all)
Then she reached into her purse and brought forth some coppers and offered them to me
I said "No! No! You don't understand... you don't understand...
I awakened from Woking a little after the morning had broken
Still in one piece and still with all my secrets intact
But sadly
Without any meaning nor any reason.
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 9:16 AM UTC
I used to dream of bidding you farewell
And wishing you on your way
"Goodbye, traveller, bye for now"
I'd force myself to say
But somehow you persisted
Punching thoughts out of the way
Ambling to the forefront of my mind every day
Almost real
Almost there
Until the moment
Somewhere
On a train between Woking and Clapham
When a new journey had begun
I grieved no more for melting snow
I worshipped the sun
And I let you go
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 5:51 PM UTC